Field Hand Man

Always workin' just a field hand man
Nothing but a plow will fit my hand
Trust in God and doing the best I can
What is life to me, a field hand man

I'm as happy as a prince so grand
In this lonesome delta land
I was born to make my life this way
From the dawn until the close of day
Can't be happy any other way
On the Mississippi River I'll stay

I can sing and drive my blues away
From this levee any day
I'm so happy when the day is done
Then I know that I can have my fun
There are no more chores I have to run
Worries vanish with the setting sun

There's a little girl and only one
Waiting when the day is done

Yes, John Henry was a steel-drivin' man
Drivin' steel over all this land
But he never could understand
All the pleasures of a field hand man

Don't you worry 'bout this old field hand
He's a happy, happy man